Nevada County picayune., 1887-06-15

l hStS "'Ni iiON' 'tN' c'tCP- fly home from BlagIy.
 ''Steady. my girl! Why, what is it?' cried l. for she was shying back in the lane, and behaving in every way like lunatic. ] gave her such cut as she had not felt since she was broke in; and then, without a word of warning, she reared entirely upright, took me at at disadvantage, and sent me sprawling into the ditch, turning then, and galloping back towards Blagly without me.
 1 was none the worse for my fall, only shaken little, and as. tOnished great deal; so picked up first myself; and then my hat, and stumbled on to find the heath gate. l had my hand upon it., when the moon came sailing along from under cloud, and the whole level waste of heath was made vis- ible in moment. But the sight of the heath, in all it's barren ugli- ness. was not what struck me with such a chill, and made my eyes prick, and my throat grow apOplec- tic. l never gave second glance m that direction. for there-clOse to me, only on the opposite side of the closed gate-stood my brother Solomon! 1 could not have mis. taken him, if there had been only the very faintest flicker of light. There he was, in his long coat and high hat, with his arms folded on the top bar of the gate, the brown book under one of them as usual, and his eyes fixed steadily on me.
 "Solomon.' l said, growing very cold and uncomfortable under his gaze, tits getting chilly for you to be out
 He did not answer that, and so presently l went on:
 ':I've been-you remember where l said was going -" 1 stopped again here l did not want to con fess where l had been, if he did not know: and did not want to tell another falsehood if he did know. So I put it to him that way, intending to be guided by his answer. It was so long in coming that l took heart of grace to try another tack. "Where have you been, SOl?"
 Another pause, and then he an. swered, in his old slow way:
 "I've been at home, expecting you, Jacob.--waiting for you until l could wait no longer."
 ''I'm sorry tor tl,at.' l said, feel ing q little cheerier to hear him speak. Fl would not have been so late, only l had to go round by Blagly on business T dare say you notice I'm coming from there now, [ only went on business, Sol.'
 He made another pause before he answered, aud though it was a trick of Solomon's and always had been, l felt myself growing un- comfortably cold. Why could he not have stayed at home, as par sons should on Sunday nights! But the icy chill turned all at once to clammy heat when Solomon asked me quietly, and without turning his steady gaze from my face:
 "How much of that filthy lucre have you won, Jacob"
 "Wh-what!r stammered- and then you might have knocked me down with the very smallest of the feathers in Joe's winning bird. "Wh-what, SolomOhW
 He repeated the question, slow ly and steadily:
 "How much of that filthy lue:e have you won, Jacobs"
 "You-you have been dreaming. Solomon"
 Unlinking his long fingers, which had been clasped together on the gate, he stretched one hand toward me,
 Five notes, he said, still with the unmoved gaze. "Five worth less, ill,wOn nOtes."
 clasped my brcast-pocket anx. iously.
 "l have little money here, Sol" 1 said, as airily as I could; "a few pounds, more or less, and l want to buy you new umbrella: yours is getting shabby. l'll go into town tomorrow and choose one,n